Neris watched helplessly as Salin pounced on the assassin with the scimitar. She could not stop him.
Salin calmed down instead. The sawtooth on the scimitar flashed coldly. Salin's left hand was crystal clear. The assassin raised his scimitar. His target was still Salin. Even though he had lost his self-awareness, the assassin's instinct still led him to use the strategy of luring the enemy.
How important was Sicar? Salin did not know himself. He only knew that even if he had nothing and was only a level-one mage, Sicar would not betray him. Sicar was happy as long as there was food to eat. He knew that the assassin's attack was a trap. Even his instant magic could not block it. He could only jump into the trap and let the assassin go.
Two mutated Water Pattern Shields the size of human heads met the scimitar and were split apart. Even this level-four mutated spell could not block the attack of a level-six assassin. The scimitar contained the will of death. The mutated Water Pattern Shields only stuck to the scimitar for less than a second.
The Necromancy Flame behind Daniel burned fiercely, making a crackling sound. Daniel's face twisted in pain. The clothes on his back were all burned, and his muscles were blurred into black charcoal. The Necromancy Flame shrank inward and condensed into a dark green spear, stabbing at Salin's back.
Salin bent down. The dark green spear almost brushed past his back and hit the assassin's face directly.
The assassin raised his scimitar and slashed at Salin's chest. The scimitar seemed to have a mind of its own. Even though it had lost control, it still aimed at Salin's heart.
The Ice Pattern Armor was split open by the scimitar. The gray magic robe was split open. With a clink, the scimitar hit a hard object.
It was Salin's family badge. It blocked the assassin's strange scimitar.
Salin could not calculate the swordsman's sword energy flow. It took too much time. But he only needed to protect his heart. The attack's path would not change at all.
The power of the scimitar was so great that it hit the badge. Salin felt like he was hit by a puppet's war hammer. The tight-fitting devil suit completely dispersed the force, but his sternum still cracked with a crack.
The force of this blow sent Salin flying upwards. His left hand stabbed forward, piercing through the Assassin's still burning face. With a forceful grab, he pinched the more than three hundred divine characters in the Assassin's head.
The Assassin and Salin fell to the ground at the same time. Salin's entire body was in pain, as if all the bones in his body were about to shatter. He fell heavily to the ground. Daniel's face was pale. They had cooperated well just now, but Salin seemed to be too heavily injured. He was alone, and he didn't know how many evil spirits he could deal with.
The Undead Flame's full power attack only slowed the assassin's movements for a moment. The difference in their levels made his attacks ineffective.
Salin and Silva were lying face down on the ground. The distance between them was less than a meter, but Salin could not even move his hand. He turned his face to the side and saw Silva's blood flowing out, soaking her leather armor.
"Shika, Shika!" Salin's choked voice shook the wound on his chest. Sweat flowed down his face, wetting his eyelashes and flowing into his eyes.
Silva's body twitched, and Salin heard her low voice — Salin …
Salin's tears flowed out instantly. Silva was not dead.
Boom!
The construct puppet Salin was controlling was hit in the head by an evil spirit and collapsed on its back. Only then did Salin split his attention to control the puppet. The construct puppet threw its axe, knocking the evil spirit with the chain away. The puppet stood up, retracted its chains, and grabbed the axe again.
Salin could not move his entire body. The only thing he could control was the puppet.
Daniel took out a gray scroll. He quickly walked to Salin's side and unfurled it. The money spent on this scroll could almost buy another Undead Flame. There were too few scrolls for necromancers in this world, and the stores did not have them at all. But by the same logic, necromancy scrolls were the most useful of all scrolls. Any scroll made by a necromancer was of high quality.
Unlike the scrolls made by elementalists, necromancy scrolls were written with the Undead Flame. When the scroll was released, it not only contained the power of necromancy itself, but also the power of the Undead Flame that was stored when writing the scroll.
Crack, crack, crack …
The purple flames on the ground dispersed, and huge bones drilled out of the ground. They joined together and surrounded Salin and the others. These bones formed a square wall of bones. Inside and outside the wall, there were dozens of ferocious skulls, spewing out black mist.
Bone Cage!
Dozens of giant skulls floated above the square-shaped cage.
Daniel's Undead Flame dispersed, and the green flames enveloped Salin and Silva. The black mist from the skulls on the wall could no longer penetrate, and the three were trapped in the Bone Cage.
This was the best solution Daniel could think of. The Bone Cage was very hard to break, and the people inside could not escape. He could only stall for time. He could not let a level three mage like him kill all the evil spirits.
He could not see what was happening outside the bone wall. The only thing he could do was to let the Undead Flame burn Silva's wound to stop it from bleeding.
"Salin, can you still move?" Daniel was completely relaxed. At least he had the chance to commit suicide in the Bone Cage, and would not be captured by the Church. Necromancers could be brought to the Undead Plane by the Undead Flame after they died. Even the Church could not do anything to them.
But that was the last choice. No one knew what would happen if they went to the Undead Plane.
"Yes." Salin spat out the word with difficulty. He could still move his left hand, and the jade bottle he took out from the Demon Ring was in his hand.
"Give, give it to Silva …"
Daniel finally understood. He picked up the jade bottle, opened it, and sniffed. First, he carefully poured out a drop, and licked it. He was afraid that Salin would take the wrong thing in his heavily injured state. Many mages would lose their mental strength after being heavily injured. Not to mention taking the wrong thing, they could even cast the wrong spell.
Seeing that there was no problem with the magic liquid, Daniel took out a stone bottle and diluted it. He then poured the diluted liquid into the huge wound on Silva's back.
When Shika stopped convulsing, Daniel lifted Shika's head and fed her the magic liquid.
With Shika's current injuries, the most suitable treatment was to receive divine arts. The magic liquid was very useful, but to heal this kind of injury, it would require an astonishing amount of magic liquid.
The Bone Cage cut off all contact between the inside and outside. Salin could not sense the construct puppet. This construct puppet was of a very high level. In fact, it could fight independently, but it needed a Level-9 Magic Core to drive it. Without Salin's command, the red light in the construct puppet's eyes extinguished, and it stood outside the bone wall dumbly.
Neris had already rushed back. She had not lost contact with Salin, and knew that he was still alive.
She felt a little sad. In order to save Silva, Master actually, actually disregarded his own life! If she was the one injured, Master would definitely give up.
An evil spirit with a two-handed sword caught up to Neris, and slashed at her from behind. A slender tail sprang out from behind Neris, and it curled around the evil spirit's hands. She exerted force with her tail, and lifted the evil spirit, suspending it in front of her.
She looked at the evil spirit's pitch-black eyes, and suddenly felt an indescribable irritation.
I'm a little demon, not something that can't even compare to a puppet like you! She opened her mouth, and her mouth formed an obtuse angle, and bit off the evil spirit's head.
The halberd-wielding construct puppet was already covered in wounds, and it was carrying the half-dead Wing Skeleton. After the Wing Skeleton killed a few evil spirits alone, it lost its wings, and it relied on Neris to save it. It had the ability to move on its own, but there were too many evil spirits, and there were three Magicians among them.
Neris observed the Bone Cage, and did not find any major flaws. The black mist that the heads on the bone wall spat out was extremely corrosive, and even evil spirits would be melted if they got close.
Hundreds of evil spirits approached, and Neris turned around with her back to the Bone Cage. With a puff, she spat out a human head, and her body slowly elongated, revealing her true form.
The human form did not affect her strength and speed, but only the demon form was more suitable for battle. Her tail swayed behind her, and her body bent down. Her dark green eyes floated with a golden light.
The red light in the halberd-wielding construct puppet's eyes was extinguished. It had killed too many evil spirits, and its magic core was exhausted. Another construct puppet moved at this time. It waved the square axe in its hand, and rushed towards the evil spirits that surrounded it.
The construct puppet that Sarlin controlled was reactivated by Neris after losing Sarlin's senses. The corners of Neris's mouth curled up slightly, and when she smiled, it was very similar to Sarlin's expression.
Hmph, Master's things are also Neris's.
The soul contract was not as simple as a restriction. Neris did not know the mystery behind it. She only knew that she could have Sarlin's perception, spiritual power, and soul wave frequency.
The attacks of evil spirits rarely cooperated with each other, unless they were partners in battle when they were alive. If the construct puppet's body was not so thick, it would not be difficult for it to avoid the evil spirits' attacks.
Salin also sensed that Neris was nearby. He was slightly relieved. With Neris around, the White Bone Cage would not be attacked crazily for the time being. Rex had already found Black Deacon, and it seemed like there was a good chance of survival.
Every time after a battle, Sarlin had to think. Now he was thinking, was he too impulsive just now? If this assassin was not an evil spirit, but a living human, that strike would definitely be a little off. Without the family badge, the demon suit might not be able to withstand it.
No, this was not a problem to think about. If he did not take the risk, Sicar would be dead now.
Most of the time, you had no choice at all.
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